Van Dam and John went away.
Could--_could_ Mr. Hynes have gone to the Opera just because he had
heard that I would be there?
CHAPTER V.
A PLAGUE OF REPORTERS.
Saturday evening, Jan. 18.
Since Monday I have left the house but once. The Judge has given me a
microscope so that I may study at home instead of going to Barnard; and to
please him I make a pretence of cutting sections from the plants in Aunt's
conservatory; but oh, it's so dull, so dull! Or would be but for my happy
thoughts. It isn't interest in apical cell or primary meristem that makes
me fret to return to Prof. Darmstetter!
It's all on account of reporters that I am shut up like a state secret or
a crown jewel. From daylight until dark, men with pencils and notebooks,
cardboard-bearing artists and people with hand cameras have watched the
house; and it's so tiresome.
The siege had already begun when Mrs. Baker came to my room the morning
after the Opera, but I knew nothing about it. I couldn't understand why
she scolded with such vehemence upon finding me writing in this little
book instead of lying in bed; why she exclaimed so nervously over my
escape and the horrors of jumping from windows, or sliding down ropes, or
of being hurried along in fire panics until I was crushed to death.
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